Cool Beans Novels & Stories

I just had my brunch with Cassie. As I arrived at the cafe, Darrel was behind the counter, his usual grin plastered on his face. “Hey there, boss lady!” he exclaimed, flashing me a wide grin. “What’s the difference between a coffee bean and a lentil?” I raised an eyebrow, amused by his antics. “I don’t know, Darrel. What’s the difference?” “One makes a great cup of coffee, and the other is just a small legume!” he quipped, bursting into laughter at his own joke.

When she saw something that was similar to the one on the card, she would say what it was. "These are tomatoes." "These are big wax gourds." She chattered on and on. When Jessica was picking out tomatoes, Winson pulled out a long bean and wrapped it around Pearl's little head. He said, "This is the Incantation of the Golden Hoop." Pearl was stunned and stared at him. Then, she pouted and complained to Jessica. She pointed at the long bean on her head and said, "Brother is bad." Jessica took off the long bean loops on her head and said with a smile, "Then let's make stir-fried long beans for brother to eat, okay?"

“No lights. No heat except the stove. And there is no way to charge the burner if it dies.” I nodded and kept my hands busy at the pump, filling an old kettle. Knox moved to the duffel bag and pulled out two cans. Beans. He opened them with a knife from his belt and dumped both into a pot on the wood stove. We didn’t speak while they heated. When they were warm enough, he set the pot on the table between us. No plates. No bowls. Just two spoons and the pot. I took a spoon and ate. The beans were bland and mealy, but my stomach was empty enough not to care.

Tristen picked up a large wooden spoon and began dishing the hot food into the plates. To be completely honest, I had a hard time deciding whether to actually call this dish beans or if the beans were just an accidental spice floating in a giant pot of water. It was ridiculously watery, looking more like a dark brown soup with a few lonely beans swimming around at the bottom.

When Leo heard me finish, he pouted, a row of neat little white teeth showing, biting his lip tightly, his little eyes full of aggression, tears seeming to fall at any moment. Charles, being slightly better, remained composed, shouted a few times, and not seeing his mother, his patience ran out. He began to yell, "Daddy, then you buy me beans, and I will go." "What beans?" I froze. I didn't know, and Freya hadn't informed me about it. Charles said anxiously, "There are red and yellow ones. They are sweet and delicious." I listened to Charles' description with a dumbfounded look on my face. I was tempted to call Freya right away and ask her what the heck it was.

Then Kian strides over and sets a bowl in front of me—some kind of meat and beans combo that looks entirely too much like horse shit. Unfortunately, I’m a carnivore, and I’m fucking starving, so I dig in despite the unappetizing look. It’s not half bad, honestly. I just don’t want to know how long that meat’s been in this house or how deep he had to dig to find it behind the dozens of cans of beans and vegetables.

Newt had come to think that only two things were certain if you worked for the Hat Creek Cattle Company. One was that Captain Call would think of more things to do than he and Pea Eye and Deets could get done, and the other was that beans would be available at all meals. The only man in the outfit who didn’t fart frequently was old Bolivar himself—he never touched beans and lived mainly on sourdough biscuits and chickory coffee, or rather cups of brown sugar with little puddles of coffee floating on top. Sugar cost money, too, and it irked the Captain

Once again Camila was impressed beyond words. “I want more beans” Leo requested. “Me too mommy” Lucky added. Camila stared at them at a daze, it turned out that Leo too was a fun of beans. What a coincidence? “Leo, I didn’t know that you also like beans?” “It has been his favourite food since he was young. While others ate meat, he would always demand for beans. He just can’t stop eating them” Samuel explained. “Lucky too loves beans!” Camila exclaimed.” But don’t worry kids I have cooked enough for the both of you. I will just serve you in a short while.”

"First time here?" I nodded, oddly touched by his welcome. "Then you have to try our house special – Colombian beans with a hint of vanilla and orange zest. Trust me, it'll change your life." "That sounds... nice." When was the last time I'd ordered coffee just because it sounded nice, not because it was what Kyle preferred?

"Elise told me a lot about you. So can you cook?" "Not very well," I said. "Why?" "I really hope you can help me out then!" she said expectantly. I wanted to roll my eyes. She showed me a list, which she had written exactly one word: Beans. "What's this?" "My homework. It's a cost versus nutrition chart on at least twenty different items. Can you help me find them? I don't even know what they are." What an honor! For this bright shining moment, I found myself wishing I had Celie's mouth. I mean, what had she done for me? Aside from dating both of my best friends?